Page 5 of Grease Monkey

“You okay, princess?”

She hummed. “I feel incredible.”

I smiled and kissed her stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes widened a little and her lips parted. “There’s more?”

“Yeah, princess. There’s more. You’re not walking out of here until you’re covered in my cum and every fucker in a fifty-mile radius knows you’re mine.”

“Yours. I thought… I thought you only meant for this one time.”

I leaned down, caging her between my arms. “When I said your virgin pussy was mine, I meant it. The moment you dropped your panties and let me finger your pussy in my truck, you became mine.”

“What… what does that mean, exactly?” She licked her lips. “I have to go home. My father will be mad already that I took off without telling him where I was going.”

“Princess, you’re a grown-ass woman. It’s time to clip that leash your daddy has shoved up your ass.” He smirked. “Besides, once I figure out where I put the lube, there’s not going to be room for anything in there but my cock.”

Her cheeks flushed.

“Oh yeah, baby. Your virgin ass is mine too.”

Her pulse fluttered in her throat, and I knew she was just as turned on by the idea as I was. Fuck, she was so damn perfect for me. Minus the rich daddy who was probably going to do everything in his power to keep us apart. I was going to come on her tits, come in her ass, then take that sweet pussy again. I was feeling territorial and knew I was trying to mark her like a fucking dog, but short of branding my name on her ass, I wasn’t sure how else to get the point across that she was mine now and not daddy’s little girl. I had the urge to throw her over my shoulder and handcuff her to my bed at home until I’d managed to fuck a baby into her.

It wasn’t a completely terrible idea. Sure, Daddy Dearest was going to come looking for her, and that fancy ass car of hers probably had some sort of GPS in it, but just because his darling daughter dropped her car off here didn’t mean I knew where she was. Right? The more I thought about this plan, the more I liked it. Now I just had to convince the princess this was in her best interest.

Chapter Three

Gwen

My mouth dropped open. “You want me to do what?”

“You’re going to move in with me.” He ran his hand up and down my thigh making my pussy clench. “I may not live in some big, fancy house, but I can take care of you, princess. You can’t tell me you aren’t tempted to trade those riches for as many rides on my cock as you want.”

“You don’t even know my name, and you want me to move in?” I asked slowly. I wasn’t sure which was crazier, his idea, or the fact I was tempted. It was a chance to flee my gilded cage. But I would be trading one set of bars for another?

“Sure, I do.” He grinned. “It’s Lady Guinevere.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re close. It’s actually Gwendolyn. My friends and family call me Gwen.”

He trailed kisses up my thigh, his beard tickling my skin. “I think I prefer Gwennie or princess.”

So did I.

“If you don’t come willingly, I’ll just throw you over my shoulder and make sure you’re nice and secure when we get home. And naked. If you don’t have clothes, you can’t escape.”

“You’d kidnap me?”

“It’s only kidnapping if you don’t want to be there.”

I couldn’t fault his logic. But no matter how much I’d love to spend a few days at his house, I knew my father would never allow it. And moving in with him? It was insanity! Wasn’t it? People didn’t just move in together a few hours after meeting. We hadn’t even been properly introduced until now, even if he did know my body better than anyone else. Just because he’d fucked me until I couldn’t stand didn’t mean I should run off into the sunset with him.

On the other hand, all of those men in suits my daddy had always pushed on me had never done anything for me. There hadn’t been so much as a tingle of awareness with any of them, and definitely not with the old lecher who wanted to marry me. He didn’t want a wife in the truest sense, though, he just knew he couldn’t fuck me if he didn’t offer my dad a sweet deal. Thomas Kale III had been eye-fucking me since I turned fifteen, and it hadn’t escaped my notice or my father’s. The sick part was that I knew my father had been in negotiations with the man ever since about letting Thomas marry me, or at the very least, renting me out. He’d probably wanted a college educated wife, and now that college was off the table I’d sealed my fate. No more waiting, they would strike at any moment, and it wouldn’t be marriage on Thomas’ mind.

“What is it, princess? You think your daddy intimidates me?”

“It’s not just my father. His friend, Thomas Kale III, wants me. I’m pretty sure my father has it all arranged already.”

“That old fat guy who lives up on the hill?” Lance asked.

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